by Taylor R. C.
- Yes, delicious, but something else ...
She turned away, putting her hand under her eyes, looking up at him with a smile.
- You are a bastard, respect your uncle's house.
- She will be our home one day, so I have no problem being a bastard, my dear!
Her smile widened and she got up from the lawn, running towards him, her blond hair flying everywhere and her bright blue eyes, but the show soon ended when she reached him under that tent, sitting on his lap, kissing your face.
- Did I say I love you today?
- Look, not yet, nothing thoughtful of you, my sweet bride!
- I love it when you call me your bride ...
- Why, but that's what you are!
She smiled and he was going to kiss her, however, her uncle's voice sounded ...
...
James opened his eyes and swallowed the strange lump that formed in his throat with that memory. It was incredible how she could still remember every trace of Eliza, her smile, the eyes and the hair she loved so much, but it was also painful, because just as she was able to be transported to the good times, she could be taken until the day when who saw her eyes reflecting death, it seemed the punishment of some was to be able to remember.
He got up, finally leaving the library, crossing the corridor towards the stairs, but stopped when he found Pottes passing by with a book in his hand and a cup of tea. It was clearly not for him, as his butler was in the habit of letting him wallow in his drink while reading and drinking his tea, until after enough hours of alcoholic unconsciousness he sought him out to collect what was left of the Baron of Blackcastle .
- Why, you came earlier and walking ... Should I prepare something for you?
- I shouldn't have let you in! - James said more like a growl.
Pottes deliberately gave an exasperated sigh and then rested his cup on the book, taking the position of someone who would have a long conversation, and of course James hated it.
- If you're referring to Miss. Linsey, I'm sorry to tell you that it would be very difficult for me to dissuade you even if I wanted to, the girl has an opinion, in fact, it reminded me a lot of you!
- Well ... - The words escaped his mouth and his butler took advantage.
- Why can't you let her into your life? - Pottes was as serious as ever. - Why is that not allowed?
- Because everything will end badly, because I deserve it and I need to punish myself for everything I did, I have no right to be happy after what I did with Eliza!
James screamed, giving vent to suffocated and painful feelings, things he kept inside himself, only letting them rise to the surface when he was alone, but at that moment his barriers were overflowing. Pottes came over and then put his hand on his shoulder as he did when he was a boy.
- If you want to punish yourself so much and you already know that everything will end so badly with this girl, wouldn't that be a punishment? Pottes looked into his eyes. - Or are you afraid to feel alive again after all these half-dead years?
He was silent without being able to answer any of those questions, for the truth was that he had no answers, so Pottes continued;
- Eliza wouldn't want you to end her life languishing in a sumptuous mansion full of ghosts ... She would want you to find someone!
James looked up at his butler, the man who saw him grow, who witnessed the best and worst phase of his existence.
- And you are betting that it is Gisele?
- Sir, by now I would even bet on a dancing monkey, but Miss. Linsey is the best of dreams.
"And do you think it's fair that I drag you into the mud I live in?"
- Only let her get close to that talking mud if you want Sir. Blackcastle!
And giving James two more pats on the shoulder, the butler left him alone with his misaligned and twisted thoughts. The Baron knew the risks in his own flesh of bringing someone "clean" into his world, but there was another part of him that was already quite unable to resist embracing the need to have the beautiful and enlightened Miss. Linsey.
£££
The question the man had been asking himself for weeks was how to find someone who was not real? And the answer he got was: Money. Those little pieces of paper were the fuel that made the world go round and that is why people took advantage of each other, as happened to him.
- Only say something if you hear from her! - The man said bored to his detective.
He had hired the best private investigator in France for what was said and yet they had found no trace of that scammer.
- This time I got something ... - The detective smiled. - The woman is good, but she made the mistake of getting the Maserati out of the port, it took some effort to get the information, but we managed to track it down and he was sent to London!
The blessed car he gave! The man smiled, because that was the best news he had received for days. Finally he was going to discover the whereabouts of Gisele Santine, the damn one who took her money, but above all it took her heart.
- Has carte blanche to double the team and turn London upside down, I want it, as soon as possible!
- Yes, Mr. Carter, don't worry, we'll find you!
- Remember that I don't want the police involved ...
- No problem, the woman will be delivered to your hands, if you still want it on a silver tray!
No matter how she came, the most important thing was that he wanted her, he would pay the price necessary to capture that woman.
£££
A knock on the door made Gisele stop the glass of wine in the air before it reached her lips, she frowned, leaving the drink behind and wondering what the hell Benett had forgotten to be back for. She reached the door and turned the handle, opening it wide, only to her surprise who was there not her partner, but the Baron.
- I'm dreaming? Are you coming to look for me? - She can't help but smile.
The man stared at her in his usual regal, firm stance, but he had something different, it was very subtle but it was still noticeable.
- I can still be a little drunk!
Obviously he wasn't, in fact, he looked like a model in the black sweater the same color as his jeans and dark suede shoes. One thing Gisele had to admit, she loved the Baron's style, always very aligned and powerful, that excited her.
- Good, I love taking advantage of drunken Barons ... - She stretched towards him, kissing his mouth delicately - And rape them!
James groaned with pleasure when he heard her say that, it wasn't his intention, but then he soon found himself taking her face in his hands and kissing her as he wanted, feeling the taste of wine and the slight sweet note that he already recognized as the I like her, it was so good to have her that it scared him. Hugging her for good, he pushed them into the suite, closing the damn door with his foot without letting go.
- Your beautiful goblin, is ending my sanity ...
He said between the sizzling kisses while Gisele smiled, putting her hands in her tidy hair that turned into a delicious mess.
- Um ... I love your affectionate nicknames ... - She laughed.
Somehow they reached the sofa and James was already between his thighs, his hands fast touching and infiltrating the thin nightgown. He slid his lips down her jaw down to the neck where he sucked it, and it would leave a mark, Gisele knew, as well as that that was exactly what the Baron wanted, to mark it, a very clear sign of his lack of control and She was very happy.
- Damn, what the hell ... - he muttered, lifting his face and walking away awkwardly. - I can barely look at you, I'm already in that state!
He sat on the edge of the sofa an arm's length away, she also sat down, pulling down her nightgown, looking at the front of the Baron's pants, seeing a large sample to confirm what he said.
- You know I'm feeling flattered, don't you?
James looked at her with that sweet but malicious expression, with a raised eyebrow, and sighed. Every time he looked at her, he found her more beautiful in that black nightgown with lace, l
oose hair and no trace of makeup, that was impossible, that was making him dizzy. It had to be all that time of abstinence that made him sick in his head to be so affected, fascinated by Gisele.
- I imagine so, but we have to talk, so you stay there, do not approach.
Baron of Blackcastle's posture was gone and he was accessible, as that afternoon, Gisele loved to see him like that, not only because it was good for his plan, but because it made him lighter and it made her ... happy.
- Not even a bit? - He pouted. - Is that it?
He measured with a short space between his index finger and thumb, earning a frustrated groan from the man beside him.
- I hope you played the way they made you out, so much temptation is a crime. She smiled moving and James got to his feet. - I'll tie you up if you don't keep quiet!
She got on her knees on the couch and extended her wrists together with a radiant smile that James had no doubt had already devastated many men.
- I would love to be tied by you, Baron, please ...
- Hell, woman! - He looked angry. - I hope you don't ask strangers to do that often ...
Gisele shrugged, letting her hands fall against her body and sitting down again.
- No, only with Barons with blue eyes, blond and preferably run over me, because without these requirements I will not let ...
A smile played on his lips and Gisele bit her eyes looking at him extremely happy, seeing that the walls around the Baron finally seemed to be weakening.
- Funny ... - He wanted to laugh. - Can we talk now?
- If you insist, I wanted to do something more ... Yummy!
James ran a hand over his face and turned away. I was going to die ... He thought. He would die of blue balls because of the temptation of green eyes behind him.
- Gisele ... Help me! Her laughter sent a shiver up her neck.
- Okay, talk Blackcastle, I'll be your good girl!
"Your good girl" ...That sounded so good in his ears, but it had to wait, because more important things needed to be said and only after having the answers he wanted, he could think of making that woman his, all his. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to her, putting his hands in his pockets.
- I haven't done this thing of having a relationship in a long time, I want you to know that.
She frowned and seemed to think for a moment, James almost managed to read the question that formed in his head.
- Do you happen to have no relationships and sex for a long time?
His expression remained calm despite being a little restrained, of course he was trying to mask himself, but she didn't care, she was more surprised and curious about the direction of that interesting, revealing conversation.
- Yes ... - It wasn't that hard for James to admit, he realized.
- Good! That explains a lot then of your first performance!
- Let's not stick to that, please. - He crossed his arms defensively. - I rewarded you.
- Oh yes, wonderfully. - Her little smile made James want to laugh.
- The point here is that I want you to understand that I am not conventional ...
- I was never interested in conventional men, should I say?
She smiled, arching an eyebrow, becoming tempting. By the end of that night James knew he would be completely insane with the desire for that woman.
- I doubt that any relationship you had will serve as a parameter!
Gisele watched him approach, sitting down again, but still not getting close enough for her to touch him, and she wanted to.
- James why are you sounding so serious?
He sighed and looked at the space with a tired expression, but when he looked at her again he seemed decided.
- Are you really going to stay in London?
- Yes you know. I don't move my foot! - Another sigh coming from him.
- The reason is me?
To say that the Baron was not straightforward could not be said.
- The answer is also yes. She shrugged. - You intrigued me so much trying to escape that I wanted you.
That was not a lie, Gisele really started wanting to make the Baron her own, when she saw that he did everything he could to get away like no man ever did. She stared at him, holding the intense blue gaze, as he ran his hands through his hair and suddenly moved, so in the next second she was already in his lap.
- And what do you want from me?
He brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it, letting his touch go down her neck to slide up to the nape of the neck, holding her tightly, causing her to face him. Gisele felt her breathing change in response to that vigorous contact. He closed his eyes, needing to concentrate, because he needed to say something satisfying and not something like: “I want your money!”.
- I want to be with you, I want to meet you ... - She opened her eyes staring at him. - I want to know what it would be like if it were mine!
James held her in his arms, his eyes fixed on the caramel green that had become his favorite color.
- And if I say I can't be yours?
- Um ... I would be extremely jealous ...
He kissed her making her smile and forget everything for a moment except the sensation of his beard, his mouth on hers, his tongue assaulting her, the possessive touch of his hands, but it ended very quickly, so James stared.
- What I can offer you is a temporary relationship until you leave ....
- Do you want my PA? She laughed and James frowned at the expression.
- PA?
- Dick friend!
Gisele couldn't help but laugh when she saw the Baron make a completely weird face.
- Damn it, no! - He looked at her seriously. - Is this synonymous with open relationship?
Ah he was out of that game for a long time ... And Gisele loved to know why it left the man at a disadvantage in something that was her specialty.
- For some, yes!
- Forget it, I said temporary relationship, not that weird PA thing ... - James held her face close to his. - I am very monogamous, I never share anything!
Gisele was still laughing at her “very monogamous!”.
- Of course not, like all spoiled bourgeois ... - She teased.
- No other men besides me in your bed, one of the rules I impose if I accept what I offer.
Gisele lowered her lips against his in a sensual caress.
- And if I don't accept?
"I didn't think about that part ..." James smiled, nibbling on her lip, before looking at her. - But there is no possibility to offer more than that, as I said is something temporary ...
- Because?
James couldn't even begin to think about answering that because he just couldn't.
- I said it wasn't conventional ... - He shrugged.
Gisele thought that speech and explanations were just a shell for something that was being kept away from the surface.
- Okay, I accept those terms ...
- There are other things ... - He looked cautious. - You have to promise that you will have to accept everything I ask of you from now on!
- Anything to ask? She raised a suspicious eyebrow.
- Yes ... - James kissed her neck, whispering. - First you will move out of this hotel ...
When he looked at her, Gisele was frowning, unable to understand the purpose of that.
- What problem with the hotel?
- High circulation bothers me, so let's make things easier, I have houses all over London, you can choose any one or choose any other that I will pay.
Things were going a faster and more certain way than Gisele could have ever imagined, but obviously, she would have to be offended.
- James I have money to keep me in mind?
- I know, but I didn't ask about your money, if I'm asking you to move, then I'll pay. Are we going to discuss that?
- Okay, if you want to do that, do it, but remember that I don't have to. - She was half angry, the man kissed her chin. - Okay, what else do you want from me?
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Description!
- Should I start feeling offended? - This time the outrage was real.
- No love, never, I just need it ... Could it be?
The man was crazy, Gisele didn't even know anymore because she was surprised by the fact that he wanted to hide her, because the word description in that context meant exactly that.
- Okay, but I want to hit you.
James let out a laugh because deep down he was beginning to think he had gone mad for good, or else fate was wrong to let that woman show up in his rotten life, accepting that strange relationship offer.
- There's one more thing, there will be a driver!
Gisele moved on his lap, crossing her arms, wondering where the hell those demands were going to end.
- Do you want to watch me? - He denied it, but she didn't believe it.
- I just want your comfort.
- James, I'm not that stupid ...
Of course she wasn't, but James just couldn't say that he needed her to have a driver / security guard to protect her, in case something went wrong with his business, he just couldn't let it reflect on her, or tell him, never tell him .
- It's just for comfort and safety, nothing more, I promise. - He tried again.
- What need is that?
- I'm rich, I can do that kind of thing, I want to do it for you!
There was something else behind it, Gisele knew, and she would find out, but she wouldn't argue, she wasn't in a position to question anything or make demands because she needed to stay with the Baron somehow until she managed to arrest him once and for all. only then can he start pulling rivers of money out of his entire fortune.
- Okay James, I accept, but look this is very unusual. - His smile seemed relieved. - Do you have any more bizarre requests?
- Not for now, I would just like to take you to bed!
- Don't tell me it's for sleeping? - He got up with her in his lap and the expression was adorably dirty.
- If you can sleep it will be a miracle, honey! -
Gisele laughed enjoying that prospect as she kissed him and went to her room.
Chapter 09
The night had been cold and damp and the house they found was not the best.